from countries of despair

broken,
some would say of themselves.
others,
slightly bent.

either way – admission of irregularity. and while some may disrespect the autonomy of deviation, their denigration clearly defines the defect of their own design.

i once shared companion with others lost in the darkness. 

as hard as we tried,

it seemed there was no option of escape. 

imagine the freedom –

 stumbling into the light!

tonight – 

while graciously aware of my blessing – 

i find myself traveling dangerously close to the shadows. 

perhaps my journey realigned – 

not to derail my diligence – 

delivery from countries of despair, 

but champion to the disengaged – 

option of allegiance – 

soldier of compassion in the battle against the demons of indiscretion…